Dreams fluid and light, more amorphous than anything else, nothing that held her more than loosely. The quite familiar voice calling her name, no matter how soft, tugged her gently into consciousness. Blinking her eyes against the room's brightness, as she had left the shades on the windows wide open, Az finally focused her eyes on Jeb's face.
It was instinctive, the way her fingers squeezed his, and a smile passed over her lips before she was even fully conscious. A few seconds of blissful enjoyment and memory reminded her of another time that he had woken her like this, or at least the most recent time that he had. Confusion marred her expressions, tinged with a little worry, and she had to ask, "Is everything okay?"
The unspoken question of 'Nothing bad happened while I slept, did it?' was included, even if silent.